Then, there are the other recipes. The ones I just make because I felt like it — because I saw a recipe I wanted to try, or some great food in the markets, or it fit into a meal I was planning. This is that time. We had family over for dinner Sunday night because I felt like making peach cobbler (for the blog, natch. Not enough fruit desserts this summer!), and we couldn’t eat an entire peach cobbler by ourselves (OK, we could, but we SHOULDN’T). So invitations went out to my mother, my cousin, my aunt. Casual. And since we couldn’t just serve peach cobbler for dinner (well we could, but we SHOULDN’T), I picked up some sausages to grill, and then I saw these gorgeous eggplants at the market. I remembered a recipe — so simple it was barely a recipe — in the Canal House cookbook (I forget which volume) and we threw these on the grill with the sausages. I almost forgot to put them on, but I was looking for some parsley in my refrigerator and found the eggplant, and it was the work of a moment to get them ready for the grill. [...]